"Where is my daughter?!" Sina Asterion stormed into the Ocryphia Headmistress's office which was also her mother's office.
Behind a carved desk sat Isabel Asterion, composed despite the tempest entering her space. She exhaled a sigh, already anticipating her daughter's anger.
"At the hands of the Demons," Isabel said. "They're demanding a ransom as I alread explained."
Sina's eyes flared. "And you're just sitting there—calmly—behind your desk?!"
"The exchange will take place in a few hours," Isabel replied. "What would you have me do until then? Pacing the room won't hasten the process. Do you have the Holy Coins, or shall I—"
"We're more than capable of gathering ten Holy Coins, Mother-in-law."
